My youth story, a crossover anime, turns out, is FGO!

Chapter 135 Death

When Tokisada Tokusada imbued Achilles with the power of the Command Seals, Scáthach was deflecting Achilles' attack. It was a routine defense, but Achilles' sudden increase in strength caught her off guard.

After all, the two were already engaged in close combat, and Scáthach couldn't always have her future vision activated.

Blood splattered out, and even though Scáthach came to the rescue in time, she was still cut open with huge gashes.

Scáthach frowned slightly and distanced herself.

Achilles did not pursue. He looked at his palm, feeling the abundant power and magic within: "That priest?"

“I’m sorry, but I’m also a Servant of the Red side.” Achilles didn’t say anything, after all, Amakusa was also concerned about the outcome, but his pride led him to make the choice.

"Save everything for the next shot. I'll pierce your chest with my meteor gun, Lancer."

"Runes, send your power here." Even injured, Scáthach remained fearless. "Show me your full strength, Rider!"

"Then, let's decide the outcome with this one strike—"

Achilles roared, concentrating all his strength into this one strike. He hurled his Meteor Spear with tremendous force, and the light of the meteor instantly swept away everything in front of him.

Scáthach also used her Noble Phantasm, her crimson spear transforming into lightning, instantly pinning Achilles to the ground.

"Pierce! Pierce! Pierce through the Gae Bolg Alternative!"

The second, desperate red spear was also thrown by Scáthach!

Blood flowed down, and Scáthach had a large hole in her chest, but her expression was one of admiration.

"Pretty!"

Scáthach's crimson eyes were shining as she used rune magic to heal her wounds, her tone full of enthusiasm.

"If your meteor spear were a little more accurate, it could definitely pierce my spirit core!"

"Unfortunately, you are present in the world as a Rider."

If Achilles were to manifest in the Lancer class, his Meteor Spear would be cursed with an incurable curse, and Scáthach would be under even more pressure than she is now.

"Moreover, you are too fixated on using force to determine victory or defeat."

Scáthach couldn't help but reveal her teacherly manner: "If I were to use my Noble Phantasm to attack, I would have no choice but to dodge."

Scáthach refers to Achilles' Noble Phantasm "The Small World Enveloping the Sky," a defensive barrier Noble Phantasm comparable to "Rho Aias." It is a shield created by Hephaestus, the god of forging. It projects the world as seen by Achilles, while the surrounding area is affected by ocean currents caused by the sea god.

To confront this shield is to confront the world; once activated, it can defend against people, armies, cities, nations, and even divine artifacts.

However, Achilles can transform this shield into "attack." After activating his Noble Phantasm, he continuously lunges forward, attempting to crush enemies with his miniature world.

If Achilles were to use this Noble Phantasm, the outcome might still be uncertain.

"Ha..." Blood kept flowing from his mouth, but Achilles didn't feel anything was wrong. "Your Noble Phantasm is actually the sublimation of your own martial arts."

Achilles's defeat stemmed from his unwavering desire to fight Scáthach as a warrior.

“It’s a pity…” Achilles said with some regret, “If you weren’t a woman, I could have used the meteor spear to let us settle this in a fair fight.”

"I don't want to take advantage of you."

Because he was empowered by Command Seals, he did not choose to use his Noble Phantasm. This may be foolish, but it is also Achilles's persistence as a warrior.

"What an admirable warrior!"

Scáthach rarely praised her opponent, since she usually looked down on most of them, but Achilles really gave her a huge surprise, making her feel the long-lost sensation of being on the verge of death.

She walked slowly over, ready to witness the hero's final moments.

"Your fighting spirit and martial arts are truly outstanding. I hope to fight a warrior like you again next time."

"Perhaps, at that time, you will be able to kill me!"

This is the highest praise Scáthach can bestow.

"What, next time or whatever..." Achilles' spiritual energy began to dissipate. "Ah, I have no regrets about this battle."

"However, I still need to make up for my willfulness."

He's not just a soldier, he's also the Red Team's rider! So, he has to take down at least one enemy!

Achilles suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth. His muscles bulged all over his body, and he actually managed to control the process of returning to his seat by sheer willpower. Then, he used all his strength to deliver the last punch!

That punch embodied all of Achilles' fighting spirit and combined with the boxing techniques taught by Chiron, surpassing Achilles' peak in martial arts.

There's no way to avoid it!

Even with Scáthach's keen eyesight, though she had seen through Achilles's movements, she still couldn't dodge it—it was an attack from a top-tier Heroic Spirit that surpassed her own!

Scáthach laughed unconsciously; ah, it was the taste of death.

She chose to face the challenge head-on!

The two Servants, unarmed, delivered the final blow—

Hundreds of kilometers away in the Sky Garden, Amakusa Shiro Tokisada sighed softly: "Rider has been defeated."

"Achilles was defeated?" Even though he disliked Achilles' arrogance, Semiramis acknowledged the strength of this Greek hero.

"Hmph. Reckless fool, no wonder he died there." As he said this, Semiramis's face darkened, for the situation had reached its worst point.

"After Rider's defeat, we only had five riders left, one of whom was Saber who was still out of the loop. Meanwhile, the enemy was able to defeat the Black Faction with overwhelming force and even recruited Saber's people."

Astolfo did not appear, so Semiramis was unaware of his existence.

"Given the current situation, do you still want to hold onto your ideals, Master?"

No matter how confident Semiramis was in the power of the Hanging Gardens, she was not arrogant enough to think she could withstand an attack from several Servants.

However, being as arrogant as she was, she naturally wouldn't show the slightest weakness. Moreover, she cared more about Amakusa, this saint who completely exploited her power, disregarded her beauty, and carried out his compassionate vows on the road ahead.

"There's no other way now that things have come to this."

Amakusa Shiro Tokisada looked slightly disappointed, but his will remained unwavering.

Even knowing that defeat is possible—

"My choice will not change, and I will pursue that endless dream until death."

The deaths of tens of thousands during the Shimabara Rebellion, the century-long lament of the Einzbern family, and the constant torment of the past sixty years—Amakusa Shiro Tokisada could not stop; he carried too much on his shoulders.

"...Then let me stay with you until the very end, Master."

The Assyrian empress answered in this way.